Wednesday, April 23, 2008


I haven't decided how to finish this yet. I'll update this post when I write the rest of it.

Not as solid as we seem
Birds and rocks and trees
Ripples moving in the world
rippled world, indeed.

Always changing, even
standing waves are moving
our planet keeps on spinning
stars flicker, some day die

like the tides, the moon around
so we rise pulled by the sun
each day the rise and fall
each year the dawn of seasons


from light the dark, shadows cast
few the great are to the small
as greater yet are to the great
so on the shadow falls the light


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